> Controlling Your Desires
>  by An Intricate Disguise
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> Spike Want
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Spike looked down at Carrot Top and gave her a small smile, passing her a light sack of bits in exchange for the produce. "Thanks for the carrots!"

"No problem!" Carrot Top beamed, not bothering to open the sack and count but instead tossing it onto the stall's counter. "Say hi to Princess Twilight for me!"

"Will do!" Spike nodded, nestling the small bag of vegetables between his underarm and chest as he began the stroll back through Ponyville's marketplace. A lone, juicy carrot poked out of the side of the bag, and he could feel his tongue brushing against the edge of his lips as he pushed it back in, casting the thought of indulgence from his mind.

The last few years had been trying for Spike. His body had changed immensely, and he now almost resembled Ember in stature, though he was still without wings. He found that his diet consisted of more gems than ever before, to the point that hunts with Rarity became more about amassing a stockpile for him than working on her dresses. He was even treated more like an adult, which in pony society, he supposed he was at his age, as he was a few months from turning twenty. 

But there was something wrong with that, he reminded himself once more as he flashed a look at the bag and eyed the contents. It didn't matter if the veg looked tasty, it wasn't for him. In a dragons' eyes, he imagined he was still seen as a hatchling, though he couldn't be sure. When he went gem hunting with Rarity, the jewels they collected had to be spread out and kept in different places, rather than stacked up together, and Spike only knew where one heap was at a time. 

Worst of all, with the physical changes came emotional ones of a similar proportion, and Spike was finding it more and more difficult to keep himself contained. 

Everything he could have ever wanted seemed to have twice the hold on him now, some things more than that. He was in the firm clutch of hedonism; the attraction of anything that glimmered, shone, or caught his eye in any way caused him to stop and stare, to want to reach forward and grab it—it stirred something ancient and powerful in his belly, a feeling he recognised from his youth. 

It was a yearning he attributed with a long forgotten rampage. Forgotten to most ponies, at least.

Of course, Spike still called himself a pony. It was what he considered himself to be, after all, even if most ponies would never quite agree with that assessment. It wasn't just that he lived around them, but that he was gentle like a pony, he was giving, and he was helpful, even if his selfish desires had a habit of impeding his judgment, now more than ever. 

He had been surrounded by ponies that had taught him to be that way, after all. Spike was sure that if he had been raised by his own kind, he would have turned out to be immensely different. It was a strange and slightly scary thought to ponder, the idea that you could be so substantially shaped by your upbringing, so much so that it could make the difference between which species you chose to identify as later in life. But even with the acceptance of Ponyville, Spike had seen what the effects of an uncontrolled dragon could have on the town, and as such had endeavoured to keep himself under constant restraint for the sake of everypony, including himself. 

He was never too greedy, even when he really, really wanted to be. He rarely indulged himself in new things because he knew he had an addictive personality, and he never, ever collected things, no matter what they might have been. He even had Big Mac keep hold of his fantasy hoofball cards when he wasn't using them. 

Hoarding was in his blood, and it ran hot and bubbling whenever he collected valuables, the feeling so strong and pleasurable that he would lose himself in it if he wasn't extremely careful. He had no inhibitions in that state, and he regressed to a creature of desire—no intelligence, no morality, only the need for more.

Thinking about it brought a small frown to Spike's lips, but he chose to pay it no mind. His eyes passed over a small stream as he walked, a pair of mallard ducks effortlessly floating by as the sun hit the water; his eyes traveled to the shimmering refraction of silvery light from the stream, almost resembling rubies and garnets, diamonds and sapphires as the orange radiance entwined with the clear, crystalline blues of the water. With a small shiver, Spike shook his head, and the images of jewels and precious metals dispersed, leaving only a picturesque body of water and a shining sun, as it should have looked. 

He knew the thoughts infected every facet of his day to day life now, like he was an addict in search of his latest fix, but he persevered despite it. It was difficult to talk to anypony about, but some days were better than others, and sometimes he could go entire days without wanting to snatch and take something for himself. Those days were rare, but it was a breath of relief when they came about, as those were the times that Spike felt the most self-assured and cleanest of mind. 

Worst were the days when he saw Fluttershy. Even her name sent an ache of longing crawling up his spine, and despite how long he'd tried to acclimate to the feeling, he couldn't adjust that easily. She resembled none of his favourite gemstones, yet was more inviting than any of them, and above anything he wanted to have her, but not to hoard, not at all. What Spike wanted from Fluttershy he hadn't understood at first, for he felt the feeling even when he was convinced that he loved Rarity, but as he started to realise that his affection for Rarity was little more than a transient crush, the strange feeling for Fluttershy only grew.

There was something special about her, from the gentle quality of her voice to the sharp, impressive curves of her body, she was incredibly beautiful by nature, yet she carried herself with immeasurable poise and grace, never showing off her assets, not that she needed to. Spike grinned as he pictured her in his head, steadily becoming more lost in the thought as his mind's eye traveled from her withers to her barrel, moving further and further towards her soft, round plot...

Spike blinked as soon as he felt the low growl emanating from his chest, like the feeling he had when he was about to produce fire, and he quickly looked for a method to distract himself, looking at buildings, plants, trees in the distance, anything that was both palpable and readily available. Unlike the rumble from his belly, which he understood better, that was something that only seemed to happen when he thought about Fluttershy, but Spike knew it could only be bad, so he forced himself to never focus on her for too long. 

Not that he didn't notice the feeling going all the way through his body when he thought of her, from his chest spanning all the way down to his cock, a little twitch of energy that he rarely felt otherwise. He wasn't too sure what to think of that, but he always worried what might happen if he allowed that feeling to really take over. Would he become a monster again? Would he try to hold her down and rut her senseless if he lost control? Would he hurt her? 

Spike had no clue if Fluttershy even liked him, and even if she did, surely that could only be bad news for her. Spike hated to admit it, as he liked to think of himself as kind and tranquil, but he knew very well that he could be a danger to a pony if he was riled up, maybe even to an entire village, and to direct all of that onto Fluttershy, to unleash his inner cravings and allow himself to do whatever it was he prevented himself from doing whenever he saw her? It would consume him, and it would likely do the same to her, if not worse.

He felt ashamed of his thoughts. Fluttershy was his friend, and ever since she had met him eight years ago, she had always had a soft spot for him, he could see that much, but where Fluttershy was soft, with time Spike had become more and more hard in comparison, both in his appearance and in his loins whenever he was around her. It was a terrible thing, one that he hadn't even managed to talk to Twilight about, and while he hoped that it would fade in time, much like his infatuation with Rarity had, it only seemed to be getting more prominent as he aged.

The more time he spent with her, the more he noticed things that made her stand out from other ponies. It wasn't just her looks, she appreciated him as more than a dragon, but more than a pony at the same time. Spike thought that if it were up to her, there would be a special word just for him, the dragon with a pony's heart. 

But Spike knew he couldn't just do things like that the same way a pony would. He couldn't just tell her how he was feeling, just the same as he couldn't walk through town without seeing gemstones in the stream, without the growing urge in the back of his mind to sit down and gnaw on the carrots he had bought for Twilight. Everything was a temptation to him, and temptation greeted him with a cheeky smile always, inviting him to forget his worries and indulge himself in whatever took his fancy.

Sometimes he wanted to give in, to start with a carrot, then graduate to gemstones, then bits, praise, mares... He would be ruled by gluttony, eating and fucking his way through life, having his fill and more, growing more deadly and fearsome with everything that he consumed until he stood on top, the most powerful dragon, the most intelligent, the most important, the ruler of everything he laid eyes on, the dominator of Equestria and the lands beyond...

And then he shook off the feeling like a cold fever and remembered the things he loved about being a pony. A good pony with love in his heart, the pony that had taught an entire race about the benefits of sharing over taking, the hypocrite he would never allow himself to be. It only took one slip to start down that path again, but Spike would never allow it to happen. He knew moderation led to overindulgence, so he didn't allow himself to have things. He knew the primal urge he felt when he looked at Fluttershy could only be something terrible, so he didn't let himself look at her. It was easier that way. 

It was the price of living with a society of creatures unlike him. He would never be one of them, not completely, but if he was to try, he had to cast out those evil urges, to be the master of his own mind, to trust himself to be around others without wanting to be more than them. The true dragon inside him couldn't wake up, as it was ugly and feral, a creature that cared only for itself, and would do anything to get what it wanted. 

It was his luck that thinking about Fluttershy would bring him walking past her doorstep. Past the stream to the right of him was her cottage, the gardens abundant with creatures of all shape and size as always, though the mare herself was nowhere to be seen, which was good for Spike. No distractions, he could just take his bag of carrots and head home.

A few more steps and Spike stopped dead right outside of Fluttershy's door, the shadow of an idea forming in the back of his mind, pulling a smile onto his face as it raced to the forefront, his smile becoming more and more prominent. "Hold on," Spike grinned, jostling the bag, "Carrots." With a short, conspiratorial glance either side of him, Spike opened the bag and made a quick count, finding there to be seventeen of the organic veggies inside. "Heh, surely Twilight won't miss one or two."

Spike called it 'being selfish to be selfless', and it was about the only time he broke his rule of not taking anything—unlike the awful feeling he got from sating his own desires, seeing someone else have something they want was an entirely different type of gratification, one he truly loved. So it was that he completely forgot about his need to avoid Fluttershy, gaily walking through the gate and past the critters that swarmed him, strutting up to the door and rapping a quick series of knocks against the wood. 

"Coming!" an angelic voice rung, and Spike instantly realised his mistake, punctuated by a little twitch shooting through his body. Still, it wasn't too late, he could just leave a couple of carrots on the doorstep and leave, surely. Spike went to take a nice looking pair from the bag, but just as he took them in his claws, the door opened and he was met by Fluttershy's striking gaze, soft and mildly surprised as always. "Spike!" she smiled, instantly moving aside and gesturing for him to come in, "How nice of you to drop by, I've not seen you in so long. How have you been?"

Jeez, now he'd done it. All he had to do was keep on walking, but instead, now he was being invited to come and sit down with the mare that took up so many of his vulgar thoughts, one on one. "U-uh, sure, I mean, I'm in a bit of a rush, but—"

"Oh, do you need to be somewhere else?" Fluttershy blinked, offering a warm smile, "Because if that's the case, you're more than welcome to come back another time, of course."

Spike couldn't lie; from the quickened pumping of his heart to the slight tremble in his claws, there was nowhere else he would rather be, even if he did need to. Twilight wasn't expecting him back just yet anyway, he was only saying that to avoid being alone with her. "I mean, sure, I could come in for a little while, I guess. I only came by to offer you a couple of carrots for Angel, but—"

Even though Spike had witnessed it a few times, he could never get used to Fluttershy interrupting anypony. Especially not with a hug. As he felt Fluttershy's soft, firm body press around him, he had to seriously struggle to contain himself; visions flashed in his mind of him grabbing her in return, squeezing her, bending her over and running his claws down her body, kissing her, biting her, spreading her hind legs and—Angel, Spike. Think of Angel. That's why you're here, to give Angel some carrots. Calmly, like a stoic, he stood through the rest of Fluttershy's hug, though even then he couldn't hide the blood rushing to his cheeks, his body radiating warmth as she gently rubbed his back.

After all that, the thank you was surely implied, but she announced it anyway, a large smile on her face, her eyes tightly closed in joy, genuine emotion pouring from her for his spontaneous act of charity and thoughtfulness, as small as it was. The feeling that came with Fluttershy's gratitude was enough to keep Spike in good spirits for an entire day, but the hug was—Spike snuck a glance downstairs, and in a moment realised that his hardness was on the verge of visibly showing—the hug was definitely something, he knew that much. 

Time to shake that off. Spike almost tripped over his own feet as he stumbled into the cottage, Fluttershy following close by with the leafs of the fresh carrots hanging from her mouth as she took them over to Angel's tray and deposited them. The bunny rushed over immediately to gorge on one, and Fluttershy beamed at the display as she sat on one of her sofas, patting the space to her side and inviting Spike to sit.

Spike hesitated, eventually pretending to ignore the invitation and heading to sit on the other side of the room, in a chair facing Fluttershy directly. The way she lazed in her chair, it was clear that she was glad for the opportunity to just sit for a while, but even laid there she exuded beauty, looking as if she was the subject of a life drawing class with her forelegs splayed, her wings neatly tucked, and her eyes settled on Spike, who was squirming in the comfy seat as if he was being scrutinised by her quiet presence, as unlikely as that sounded. 

"So," Fluttershy started, leaning forwards on a dainty forehoof as she narrowed her eyes, "where have you been lately, Spike? I've barely seen you, is Twilight still keeping you busy?"

The question was a good distraction from her eyes. Not a perfect one, as he was still looking at them, but it at least gave him a chance to think, slowly rubbing the back of his neck from instinct as he struggled for an answer. It was true he had been busy, but he had been avoiding Fluttershy in particular for a completely different reason. "Y-yeah," he started, fully aware he was winging it, "Twilight's needed a lot of me these last few months, she's been so busy with princess duties that I've been having to pick up a lot of the slack for her in the castle, but I've also been sent away to changeling territories a few times by Celestia, turns out that Thorax puts a lot of value in my counsel." 

Fluttershy's eyes seemed to widen in interest as she leaned closer to him; Spike was only glad that she couldn't bridge the gap between them without getting up. "That sounds really exciting," Fluttershy nodded, "So you're a changeling advisor, in a sense?"

Spike shrugged, hoping it would make him appear a little more humble. "Well, Celestia called me a diplomat, but I don't really care what label gets put on it. Really, all I'm doing is listening to Thorax when he's worried about something, and I'm happy to do that. He always comes up with the solutions himself in the end, but I think what he's looking for is someone he trusts to tell him honestly what they think, not some council member that'll nod along with everything he says because it's in their interest to. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, of course, you're saying that he needs a friend sometimes." Fluttershy's smile only seemed to grow at this realisation, and Spike felt that familiar craving beginning to resurface as his gaze remained affixed to her features, unable to think of a reason to tear it away, he was forced to be subjected to her gorgeous body and caring smile. "And you're right, there's no label that could ever compare to being a good friend, and that's just what you are, Spike."

There it was again, another vague response that he didn't know how to interpret. Did she like him as a friend, who smiled and chatted and gave him warm compliments, or did she like him as a 'friend' who gave him overlong hugs, dragging her fuzzy, luxurious fur over his scales and rubbing down over his chest as she brushed her hooves against his back, driving him wild? Were the two even mutually exclusive? Spike sat still, but inside, he was pacing and flipping on the spot, every conclusion only inviting another question, every assumption shaky at best. "Well, thanks, Fluttershy, you're a good friend too," he replied, lamely. 

Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, though her smile remained. "Oh really?"

Somehow that one minuscule movement was enough to incite terror in the fully grown dragon; Spike had no clue how she did it. "Uhh, a great friend!" he corrected, trying to hide his rapidly forming blush with a hand. "The best out there, definitely." 

"Well it's nice that you think so," she winked, instantly making Spike feel as if he had been coaxed into it, but also finding that he didn't care. "Oh, that reminds me, I've got something for you."

That caught Spike off guard, and he felt his tail shake under him as he snapped his head to where she was sitting. "You have?!" he breathed, fully aware that as usual, he was getting overly excited by the prospect of being given something, and that combined with his lust for Fluttershy currently threatening to take over, he really needed to keep that under wraps. "I-I mean, you have?"

"Don't get too excited," Fluttershy chuckled, waving a hoof in front of him, "It isn't much, but I saw it on the market last week and thought of you. I should have it in the drawers over there." Not waiting for a response, she rose from her seat, wandering to her cabinet in small, delicate strides, her tail softly swishing as it bounced over her large, voluptuous, squeezable plot. 

Spike tried not to focus on the tasty scene he was being offered, but he couldn't help it. Fluttershy was torturously slow in her movements, and every step made her hips sway and her ass bounce, until finally, she stopped before the cabinet, her tail slightly lifted, barely covering her marehood.

Spike would have given a lot to lift her tail right then, to get a good view of what it hid, but he knew he could do nothing but silently want and wish, waiting as Fluttershy dug her hooves into the front drawer, her back arching as she pushed her ass out further, searching for whatever it was she wanted to give him.

Spike knew what he wanted to give her right then, and with her ass pushed out like it was, it would be so easy, but still he refrained from making an advance, even when every fibre of his body screamed at him to say something, to get up and touch her, to get a handful of that firm plot... 

His blissful dreams were broken by a huff from Fluttershy. "Nope, not in there... Maybe I put it in the bottom?" With that, she closed the top drawer and opened the bottom section, dipping her head inside and rummaging around, this time with her ass pushed up even higher and in full, perfect view as she searched, her tail finally making way to expose her gorgeous little pussy, a sweet little slit, and a tight, puckered asshole, both begging him to come forwards and test them out. 

If Spike had any hope of going through this meeting without a hard-on, it was gone now, and he found himself scrambling for a cushion as he felt his stiffness poking through, plopping it on his lap and doing his best to hide his cock, even as he felt it trying to bat away the soft fabric and expose itself. Spike was a simple dragon: he saw his best friend's pussy, he got hard. No amount of mental conditioning was going to change that.

Through his short period of hell, Spike couldn't help but wonder whether Fluttershy realised what she was doing, whether this was all intentional. He had lived with a mare for his entire life, and while he didn't go looking, he had never seen Twilight make that slip up with her tail, yet here Fluttershy was, exposing everything to him. It had to be a mistake, right? There was no way she wanted him to see her like that, was there?

If she did, she didn't realise what she was getting into, surely. Spike knew he was dangerous, he knew that Fluttershy wouldn't be able to take him, nopony would. Fluttershy might have been good with animals, sure, but Spike was no animal when he let himself out of his cage, he was a monster. He thought that with time, he could be the dragon he imagined himself as when he was young, strong, buff, knightly and fearless, but he had to resist, even when he saw something that he knew he wanted.

He wanted her right now, so so badly, he did, and with every second that passed, he felt his will to sit there and do nothing being sapped away by her small movements, her gyrations as she shifted around, the way her ass shook from the slightest movement as she shifted her hind legs in place... Maybe just a little feel wouldn't hurt, he could say he stumbled, or something. Anything to get just a grasp of that ass, and whatever happened afterwards, well, happened.

He didn't even notice the cushion slipping from his arousal as he felt himself beginning to rise from the chair, his breath becoming more and more laboured as he imagined holding her down with her head inside, making her unable to even see as he fucked her senseless. He didn't care if she was doing it on purpose anymore, he just wanted to fuck, and that was what he was going to do. Spike wanted to fuck her. Spike want—

"Aha!" Fluttershy announced, springing from the cabinet and turning to face Spike, who instantly collapsed back onto the sofa, scrambling for the cushion.

He placed it straight back on his lap, but considering Fluttershy didn't run a mile, he assumed she didn't notice what he was hiding. Still, her announcement perturbed him, and he could feel sweat building as she looked over at him. "...Aha?"

"I found it!" she announced, and all at once Spike remembered that she was, in fact, looking for something, not intentionally giving him a show of her body. At least, he was fairly certain that was the case. 

Ever so slowly, gracefully walking over to him, she held on the tip of her wing two small string bracelets, each large enough to fit around a hoof, or in Spike's case, a forearm. Standing directly before him, Fluttershy raised one on the edge of her wings so he could see it more clearly. The first thing he noticed was the colours, pink, yellow, purple, and green, all mixed together, recurring over and over throughout the band in a repeating pattern. "Rarity thought the combination was utterly garish, like something you'd see at a rave, but I instantly thought of your colours, and, well, mine. What do you think?"

Spike was flabbergasted. Between Fluttershy's generosity and his situation downstairs, he didn't know where to look or what to say, and in the vice grip of his thoughts, settled on saying nothing, only sitting with a dumb smile. Apparently, Fluttershy took this as an invitation and promptly climbed onto the seat beside him, planting her posterior firmly on the cushion, wiggling a little as she raised one of Spike's forearms with a hoof.

If his cock had been restless before, it was now screaming for release. Between the relatively thin surface of the cushion and him was Fluttershy's squirming ass as she struggled to place the band on Spike with a pair of hooves, leaning into him and brushing a fluffy wing against his side as she breathed a contented hum. Everything about her was musical, from her mien to her breath to her movements to her voice, and she brought it all to bare with immeasurable sexiness, making him want to grab her by the mane, pull her forwards and unleash his still growing cock. Surely she could feel it by now, but she still made no comment on it, as if she didn't even realise there was anything there. 

Finally, after what felt like decades of shifting, 'hmm'ing, and wrestling with the small band, she managed to get the band past his claws, moving it down his forearm with slow, tingling strokes until it sat firmly about a quarter of the way down. "There," she smirked, shifting a little to face him, still sat on his lap. "Now, do me?"

She didn't really just say that, did she? Spike must have misheard. But still, with her sat like she was, and his engorged prick struggling not to burst out from under her, there was a chance she had, and she had just been really nonchalant about it up until now? Spike was about to break through his confusion and ask when he noticed her jostling another identical band on the tip of her wing and realised what she had actually meant, struggling not to facepalm from the discovery. "Oh, yeah, o-of course," he panted, trying not to draw attention to the wonders the friction was working on him.

He reached out to grab the band but fumbled as it was barely in reach, getting a clawful of Fluttershy's primary feathers instead, evoking a sharp gasp. "Careful, Spike!" she giggled, fluffing her feathers and wriggling her body a little, "I'm sensitive there."

Oh jeez, he had completely forgotten that wings were erogenous zones. The last thing he needed to do right now was turn her on. At least, he was pretty sure that was the last thing he needed to do. Any other dragon would probably be jumping at the opportunity. Nevertheless, he reminded himself just why he was avoiding anything like that, just what he stood to lose from doing something so stupid, and once more grabbed at the band, which was now further out of his reach.

He had to press his chest against Fluttershy's to make the distance, holding another hand around her to stop her from falling off the chair, and as their bodies connected she seemed to inhale deeply, but this time he was victorious, grabbing the band in one smooth motion and reclining into the chair. Fluttershy's expression seemed more muted this time than it had been, and Spike wondered if she was disappointed with how easily he had managed to retrieve it. Unsure if the silence was awkward, he took the band and began to slide it onto Fluttershy's forehoof, being sure to be gentle but distinctly noticing the soft fur being dragged up her hoof with the band and flinging back the further it travelled. 

It took a moment for Spike to realise that unlike his arms, which expanded the further the band went up them, Fluttershy's leg was the same width almost all of the way, and by now he had slid the band nearly halfway up, brushing his claws against her leg the entire way with the softest and gentlest of motions, being careful not to hurt her. Fluttershy hadn't said a word, and Spike began to worry that he had taken it too far up, or worse, that he looked like he was looking for an excuse to touch her. Halting in his motions—and swiftly being met with a small pout—he looked at her. "How far up did you want this? I don't know what I'm doing here."

Fluttershy glanced at her forehoof, finding the band sitting halfway, and moved it down until it sat closer to her hoof. "I think it looks nice there, what do you think?"

"Uhh, yeah! It looks great!" Spike stammered, trying to look everywhere but at Fluttershy as she shifted her hoof about, trying to catch the light as if she was trying on a new ring. "Definitely, uhh, complements your colour scheme!" Spike almost bit his tongue after that one, it had to be the most pathetic compliment he had ever given.

Luckily for him, Fluttershy didn't seem to agree, as her expression only became more joyous. "You really think so?" She said, lips parted as if it was some great shock to her. 

"Well, of course!" Spike laughed, happy to feel back on his feet for once, "I mean, you are yellow and pink, after all, and at least half of this bracelet is the same, so—"

"And the other half is purple and green, just like you!" Fluttershy pounced forwards, embracing Spike once more. "Oh, it's perfect, isn't it, Spike?" 

More fluff, more feathers, more curvy ass rubbing against Spike... He could barely take it; if she didn't get off of him soon, he wouldn't be responsible for his actions. "Pretty perfect..." he repeated, his mind anywhere but on the bracelets. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spike, you must feel smothered," Fluttershy gasped, jumping up and flapping her wings once, landing on the sofa opposite him. "I've just been excited to see you for so long, I think I got a little carried away. Still, do you like your little present? I know it isn't much, but I thought it'd be a nice way to remember each other when we're all busy and stressed." 

Spike felt like blurting out that there was no way he was forgetting Fluttershy, as she was on the forefront of his mind almost every day, but he still possessed half an ounce of sense beneath his near-desperate need, so he refrained. Mustering every last bit of self-control he still had and harnessing it, he made one last attempt at level-headed civility. "I think it's a lovely gesture, Fluttershy, and I'm really grateful. I'll definitely wear it often from now on. Thanks so much."

"It's honestly nothing," Fluttershy said, briefly shaking her head and relaxing into her seat, spreading her hind legs as her tail covered anything Spike might have wanted to see again. "I just saw it sitting there, being unloved, and I had to have it. You understand what I'm saying?"

Spike could feel his eyes affixed to the space between Fluttershy's legs. "I know exactly what you're saying."

"See, this is why I like you, Spike," Fluttershy said, her head tilted as if she was sizing him up. "You always understand what ponies think, it's pretty uncanny, really. Kind of like that bracelet I found, huh?" All through her speech, her whole body seemed to be buzzing with happiness, and her tail flounced from side to side where it was trapped beneath her spread legs, but Spike kept staring out of the corner of his eye regardless.

He wanted to shout at himself, tell himself to stop staring, go home, jerk off, and forget all about this, but something in Fluttershy's actions was so direct, so obvious that if it was anyone but the timid mare he knew he would have swore she was coming on to him. He knew it still might be the case, but there was that doubt in the back of his mind, that strong, very real possibility that she wasn't, and that even if she was, no good could come of it anyway, but none of that detracted from the cute little tail swinging like a clock before him, draped off the edge of the sofa as Fluttershy looked at him as if to say 'my eyes are up here'.

Spike couldn't take it anymore, he needed to leave. Turning and being sure not to face her directly—so as not to expose himself—he made a beeline for the door. "Anyways, Fluttershy, this has been great, but I really should be getting back to Twilight!" he said as he made his way, and try as he might, the panic and adrenaline inside made its way into his voice.

"Oh, that's alright," Fluttershy smiled, stepping over to let him out, and again Spike found himself twisting uncomfortably to make sure that she in no way got a peek at his groin. "But unless you've got any plans to take a train over to Thorax's place tomorrow, I would love to have lunch with you, maybe catch up a little more thoroughly." she pronounced this with a short bat of her eyelids. "Would you be up for coming over at three?" suddenly, a small flinch, as if she felt she had overstepped the mark. "...If that's alright with you, of course."

Spike could swear she had only put it on for effect, but it didn't stop the way it made his heart melt. "I-I'll see what I can do, but I've really gotta get going now. Thanks for the gift though, Fluttershy! I'll try and be back around soon, no matter what!" With that, he all but sprinted through the door and kept the momentum all the way back to the castle. By the time he arrived, he was panting, and after depositing the carrots on the kitchen table, he went straight up to his room, avoiding Twilight and especially Starlight, for fear that he'd fuck the latter into a coma if she—or any other mare—came too close.
As for Fluttershy? If he hadn't left when he did, she would have been walking funny for the next month. He was so close to letting go, to grabbing her and pumping her full of cum, but he had just barely managed to hold on, all in the name of preserving their friendship, of keeping himself sane.

Spike looked around his room and found it to be spartan, much like the castle had been when they first moved in. He had a modest amount of furniture, but little in the way of collectibles. All of it was an effort to keep him from giving in to his instincts, and right then his instincts were telling him to run back to Fluttershy's and fill her up, but he knew he couldn't just go and do that. One thing was certain, however, the urge had never been this bad, so difficult to control that he literally had to run away, and he couldn't deal with that forever.

Still, looking back on it, her body had been so perfect, and everything had been put forward and displayed in front of him, a stunning view that he couldn't get out of his head, even if it was paltry in comparison to the real thing, something he had imagined for so long but only finally witnessed today. She really might have been doing it on purpose, sitting on his lap, rubbing her ass against his hard cock, softly rubbing at his arm with her hooves as she 'struggled' to get the band on, giving him a show...

If Spike didn't have some time to himself right now, he might have been driven wild by lust with no outlet. He was very grateful for the soundproofing spells around the castle, he knew he was going to need them tonight. Above all, he needed to do something about Fluttershy, though. The bracelet on his wrist only served to remind him that there was unresolved tension there, and he had an invitation to her house tomorrow to try and work something out.

Maybe he should talk to Twilight first, lay his worries bare—or as bare as he could without completely embarrassing himself—and see what she suggested, or maybe he should just take the matter in his own hands and see what happens. After all, he got himself into this mess, spending all that time thinking, all that time staring, it was only right that he thought up a solution. 

The solution might have been to simply talk to her about it. It was a scary idea, and he knew he would have to pick his words carefully, but if he was lucky, he could outline for good whether or not she was actually attracted to him, and if she was, work out a way of telling her that there was absolutely no way that he was good news for her.

Failing that, he didn't know what he could do. Still, his patience with rational thought was beginning to grow thin, so he concluded to beat off over Fluttershy's ass and call it a night. He wasn't sure what would come tomorrow, but with hope, it would at least bring them some clarity, and with any luck, a happy ending.
> Spike Need
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Spike looked at Fluttershy like the fuckdoll she was, her plot like a pincushion begging to be poked, her eyes soft and needy as she sat before him, her tail limp, ears folded back, a demure little bitch ready to take every last inch of him.

Spike had tried to be patient, tried being considerate, but with the way she looked at him, the burning question on his mind, and the fire inside of him waiting to be unleashed, he couldn't be held much longer. He needed to touch her; he could feel his claws shaking, the yearning to fuck, pleasure, and dominate strumming a riotous bass note through his entire body. His teeth ground together as he observed his succulent little conquest, from the curves running along her barrel to her broad, model-like withers, her slender neck and her grabbable, pullable mane. 

She wasn't his best friend anymore. She was a teasing, taunting mare bending and crushing his will, waiting for him to snap, and she was about to get what she wanted. She said nothing, merely sitting and observing as he rose and walked over to her, looming over her with an imperious gaze as he studied her, leaning forwards to take a sniff of her scent, pacing beside her and flexing his body, making a show of just how superior he was. 

His actions were rewarded with a small blush, gradually deepening as he slowly and deliberately reached forwards, grabbing a small tuft of her mane and craning her neck until she faced him. When he spoke, it was in a husky, powerful, and domineering tone—it was his turn to be in charge now. "You know what you've been doing to me, don't you?"

Fluttershy said nothing, just laid in simple submission as Spike towered over her, her blush deepening as her cheeks turned from the softest pink to the darkest crimson. Spike let loose a small growl, tightening his grip until he had her mane in a vice, running the edge of his claw against her ear in small, gentle strokes as his eyes bore into her, not crouching down to her level, remaining stolid and rigid in his stance, reminding her that she had to look up if she wanted to see him. And look up she did, her body tremulous and her face guilty, her ears twitching as she bit down on her lip.

"Keeping me up at night, driving me crazy..." Spike snarled, clenching his hand until he heard a small yelp from Fluttershy, "Making me a slave to you, so all I can ever think about now is screwing you!" He let go of her mane, grabbing her by the hoof and rolling her onto her belly, her body acquiescing, allowing him to lift her without resistance. 

"And you know what? It worked. Everything you did?" he ran a hand down her body, electricity dancing across his senses at the first stroke as the inferno in his chest doubled in intensity. "It all led to this." He punctuated his statement with a sharp slap across her plot, staring into her eyes the entire time as her body jolted, her ass shaking from the impact and her mane billowing from the sudden movement as she mewled out a small moan. 

"Oh, you like that, do you?" Spike grinned, his teeth sharp and glistening as he smacked the same spot again with increased force, leaving a pink mark that resembled her tail. "Good, because you deserve it. This is what happens when act like a filthy slut and mess with Spike's head." Slap after slap resounded throughout the cottage; Spike had no clue if any animals bore witness to her punishment, but also found that he didn't give a shit. 

Spike could feel the rage growing inside of him as he lashed her again and again with his clawed hand, repeating the motion until the once-pink mark was as red as her cheeks. Fluttershy remained silent save her sultry groans, which only encouraged Spike to continue until her ass was red, raw, and shining. Not once did he worry if he was taking it too far, not for a moment did he hesitate, only pushing forwards and flogging his mare as she so clearly desired, his arousal growing as he watched her ass shake from each impact. 

He only relented when he was so stiff that it was bothering him; he would have happily shown her her place for much longer. Shoving her flanks until she sat on her sore plot, Spike grabbed his flared cock and took it up to Fluttershy's muzzle, offering the thick slab as a reward for managing to keep quiet. Her eyes bulged at the sight of it, but she soon took point, reaching forwards with a hoof and stroking his shaft as he withheld a grunt of satisfaction—she couldn't see that he was enjoying himself yet.

She accompanied her motions with small licks at the tip, gradually working her way from his head to his shaft and back again, her tongue travelling in circles around the tip as Spike looked down at her in mock disinterest. Inside, his senses were on the verge of spasm, ignition in every nerve as Fluttershy glided her masterful tongue over his large cock. When she took the head in her mouth, a small, fragile movement as she stared up at him, as if she was asking his permission, he could take it no more, forcing her head down, hearing a loud gag from the back of her throat. 

The fact that she could take his whole length was impressive, but could she keep up with him? Spike began to bop her head with one hand, then eventually two as she drooled all over his cock, making more and more sloppy and slippery with each heavenly suck. Drawing himself most of the way out, he began to tap the head of his cock against her tongue with a hand, hoping to deposit a little of his hot precum in her mouth. He heard the light sizzle of hot liquid cooling as he hit his mark, and just as Fluttershy looked ready to catch her breath he pushed himself back inside.

Now he was completely in control. Where before he had moved her head up and down his length for her, instead he held her in place, fucking and thrusting into her throat as if it was a tool for his enjoyment, a hole for him to use and abuse to his heart's desire, and right now, desire was running rampant. Fluttershy's cute little moans and pants—her snout flaring as she attempted to catch her breath—were a fitting accompaniment to his display of generosity. 

Still, while he thought it would satiate his thirst, the foreplay was only making Spike grow more hungry, more desperate to be inside of her, to fill her up, to show her why he was the greatest. He could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the intensity of her tongue lapping against the underside of his shaft as he throat fucked her, attempting to titillate him in some way, but none of it would compare to what came next. He unceremoniously ripped his cock from Fluttershy's wanting mouth, leaving her upset, confused, extending her hooves and attempting to grab it as if she'd just had something precious taken away. 

None of that stopped Spike from shaking his head, and with a display of strength, he hoisted Fluttershy up and around so she was standing facing away from him on the sofa, the perfect height for him to finally enter her soaking pussy. 

This was it. He had thought about it for so long, craved it, dreamt of it, and now he was finally about to have it. "Spike..." he mumbled, lining his still slicked head up with her waiting lips as he pushed forwards. He felt his cock brush against her folds as he grunted out again, his voice becoming deep and carnal, every vein in his body pumping searing hot blood as he stared at his target, seeing only a servant to his need. "Spike want..."

A hardened push and Fluttershy's pussy began to stretch around his cock, his thickness pushing out and widening her tight little hole as he inched his way deeper and deeper inside, paying no mind to her shivers and gasps as he pushed his entire length inside, all eight inches buried deep inside of her, his tip pressing against her cervix as the walls of her pussy hugged him tightly, squeezing and stroking his entire shaft with soft, clinching warmth. 

Spike slowly pulled back, drawing himself almost all of the way out—teasing them both in the process—before slamming his way back inside, sending a tremor through his body as the sensation hit him, mirrored by the jolt that went through Fluttershy as she threw her mane back, lowering herself until she laid on her front hooves, leaving her plot suspended in the air for Spike to screw and mark his. And it was his, he had earnt it, and now he was going to claim it.

With small, experimental movements, Spike began to work his cock in and out of Fluttershy, each time pulling out was a sharp intake of breath, and each thumping motion was a burst of breath leaving her puffing and deflating chest as she took him over and over, the speed of his movements only becoming more frantic as he began to feel himself totally losing control. At first, it had been desire, it had been a need to have the same control over her that she exercised so effortlessly over him, but now as he relentlessly pounded her pussy, the room fading into obscurity before their primal display, now it was about ruling her, owning her. 

He couldn't stop for anything and he knew it. There was a monster inside of him, and with every second that he smashed his cock into her marehood he was letting it out, allowing it to control him, to control her as he led them to mutual satisfaction, but his before anypony else. He could feel it building up, so much anger and lust inside, ready to be unloaded, splattered all over Fluttershy's womb, but he had to make it stronger—this moment would define his preeminence, and whenever Fluttershy looked at Spike from then on it would be what she remembered.

He didn't bother to pull out as he picked her up, flipping her around and slamming her into her rug, lying atop her and bearing down with crushing force, holding a hand to her muzzle and forcing her to look at him as she took his cock, preparing to spurt his seed inside of her, to deem her his property, to batter her pussy until every last lash of warm cum had been drained from his balls...

He could feel the sensation arising, the soft body beneath him as he pressed down on it, the wet, stuffed pussy beneath him, the huffing of the pegasus laying defeated and truly gratified as he prepared to let loose, to give her what she so clearly wanted, to burst inside of her, to—





Spike awoke with a start and a few coarse words, jolting into a sitting position and rubbing at his head as his mind whisked what had just transpired into place, the realisation that he had dreamt of screwing Fluttershy not as worrying as how he had dreamt of doing it. He panted and shook as he shifted to the edge of his bed, his eyes cast around the room as he thought back to each scene, each instance of power and control.

He didn't know what was worse, the fact that he had envisioned himself doing that to Fluttershy or the fact that he had woken with a hard-on thinking about it, and the more his thoughts drifted to the dream, the more it twitched and stood tall, aching for release. 

Spike felt shame as he grasped the end of his shaft, using the images his mind had concocted to excite his body, his hand working in a smooth rhythm as he strove to accomplish the only thing he hadn't managed in his dream. 





Three orgasms and a broken series of short rests later, it was morning. Spike had been through the motions over the course of the night, switching from deep self-loathing to grievous acceptance to gracious indulgence, but none of it shook the fact that those dreams and any pleasure he derived from them represented exactly what he didn't want to be, no matter how much his mind and body told him that he did.

Spike knew he didn't want to hurt Fluttershy, to hold influence over her like that. He had a good heart, and beneath his heavily surfacing dragon instincts, he wanted to treat her nicely, to be a gentledrake and give her all of the respect that he was due, but now more than ever, every time he thought of her, the image of him behind her, rutting her silly was emblazoned on his mind, refusing to go away.

...And he was meant to speak to her at three o'clock today. How could he? If he went to her in this state, would he be able to maintain his composure? Would he snap like he had in his dream, like despite how much he wished wasn't the case, he so desperately wanted to? Surely it would be better to hide, to lock himself away in his room for her own good, to stay away and leave her pure and unsullied. Spike could feel anger flashing in his eyes as he caught the sun's light, and even looking at the castle's crystal walls provoked a growl from deep in his belly.

His senses were heightened, his selfish id wrestling to take control of his mind and cast away any of the pony that still remained in his psyche, but he wouldn't let that happen. No, he had worked for too long to make his life a good one, to build his friendships, to establish love and trust, and he wouldn't throw it away for the sake of his wants, even if his wants were beginning to feel more like insatiable needs. 

Inside was a torrential flux of emotion, a flurry of confused thoughts racing to find a means of escape, pouring from him with every outburst as he struggled to leave his room. Leaving his bed meant clutching his mattress until his claws nearly punctured it, his veins prominent as he began to walk in circles, each potential solution to his problems only bringing forth another concern, another issue he had yet to consider. 

He knew he was stressing himself with the consideration, but the alternative was to not think about it at all. If he did that, if he left things to occur naturally, there was no telling what might happen, and when Spike didn't know something for a certainty, especially when it was something of this magnitude, he was liable to panic. The problem was that while he could usually drown out his conflicting thoughts, with all of his excitement it was as if he was of two minds, and each of his thoughts appeared to be in direct opposition to another.

Some told him to just approach her, that she would understand. They said that he would be able to control himself, and that she would help him, and that there wouldn't be any problem. Others said that he should stay in his room forever, or at least avoid her for that long, that simply by being around her he could end up going past his breaking point and never returning to sanity. He hated those thoughts, but he hated the idea of what he might do only for his own immediate enjoyment more.

Even worse were the ones that told him to just go over there, lay her down and fuck her, like he had in the dream. He knew to dismiss those thoughts, but it was always difficult to do so, especially when they were often accompanied by a stirring down below, which he had also eventually chosen to ignore. He figured he couldn't cum more than a few times in a row anyway, and every time he did, the fact that he was doing it alone rather than on or in Fluttershy was making it that much less effective.

Maybe the solution was to become celibate. Spike felt a frown adorn his face as he considered the idea: he had removed temptation to deal with a lot of his issues, so maybe the problem here was his interest in sex? If he could just stop making sex a factor in his life, and stop wanting it, then this would all go away, right? 

Spike quickly dismissed that idea on the grounds that he didn't want to do it. He enjoyed masturbating, and he was very sure that he would enjoy sex once he had the chance to experience it. Then again, if this was how he was going to get whenever sex appeared to be an option, would he ever have the chance to experience it? 

That said, maybe it would be different with another mare aside from Fluttershy, maybe the only reason he was getting so excited was that he liked her for more than her body. A snarl began to appear on Spike's face as he considered the possibility of another mare. While he was sure he would enjoy the sex either way, it wasn't what he wanted. All he cared about was Fluttershy, not just screwing her, but being around her, and with every negative thought and worried assumption, he was taking what could have been a simple conversation and turning it into an impossible challenge.

And it had been simple yesterday, even if the idea was fairly difficult. All he had to do was sit down with her, work out if she liked him, and then explain to her why he thought it was a bad idea for them to ever try anything. It would hurt, sure, but he considered it for the best. Now he was beginning to wonder if that was the best way to go about it, if there wasn't a better way he could outline the issue, or perhaps he could deal with his problem in a way that would allow him to at least be receptive to the idea of her liking him without losing control, but it felt painfully unlikely, as much as he might have hoped it could be the case.

It was like a vicious circle, every thought breeding another until eventually he was repeating them in a cyclical motion, finding no new insight but only adding to the weight of his own concerns until they threatened to engulf him completely. As he stalled and stalled, attempting to break through his mind's barrier and have some grand epiphany, time didn't wait for him, and the sun began to rise higher and higher in the sky as the day wore on. Spike assumed that it had to be breakfast by now.

His entire body buzzed as he left his room; he felt as if he could snap or explode at any point, but tried to keep his movements as relaxed as possible, he didn't want to startle Twilight or Starlight if he could help it. The first step to thinking more clearly had to be getting some food in his belly, after that he could work out what the hell he was going to do. 

Spike had lived in the castle for so long now that he could make his way around with his eyes shut, and that's just what he did, completely avoiding the sight of the crystal walls and pillars as he moved his way through, knowing that if he stopped to marvel at one, he might end up biting off an entire wall as a light snack.

And gems really weren't what he should be eating right now. He'd have to stay away from them for at least a few weeks if he wanted to calm himself down properly; he felt like a single act of greed would be enough to undo a lifetime of progress right now. Spike made his way into the castle's kitchen, finally opening his eyes to the sight of Twilight boiling water in a pot with a spell, causing it to bubble in the span of ten seconds. 

Spike could have used that boiling hot water being dunked over his head right then, it might have shocked some sense back into him. Still, he was glad that out of any mare in the world, it was Twilight who he found himself in the same room as. Not only did she know him better than anyone in the world, she was probably the only good looking mare around that Spike would never have any interest in banging, no matter how prurient his thoughts were. 

It didn't take long for her to notice him, and instantly her muzzle began to twist as she picked up that something wasn't quite right. Spike had already expected that; Twilight recognised when he was in a sour mood, even if he was trying his hardest to hide it. "You want some coffee?" was all she asked, taking the boiled pan in her magic and levitating it over to a pair of cups. Spike nodded and the water was added, a floating teaspoon adding sugar and coffee granules into the mix.

When the brews were stirred, Twilight passed over Spike's coffee, and he took it in his hands, barely feeling the warmth of the cup. The first sip invigorated his senses, and by the third he felt a small comfort from the beverage, the warmth of the black liquid filling his chest, momentarily drowning out the dark feeling that had taken up residence there. "Thanks," Spike said, swilling the coffee in his cup as he watched the last remnants of sugar dissipate.

Twilight took a few steps over, propping herself up in a seat at the other end of the kitchen table. "What's wrong, Spike? You don't usually look this moody until after I've told you everything I need for the day."

"Not helping," Spike grunted, realising that the pretence was as useless as it was exhausting to keep up. Twilight would see through it either way.

Concern briefly flashed across Twilight's face, and she leaned in slightly, drawing Spike's attention. "You know you're going to tell me sooner or later, so why not make it sooner? I'm sure whatever it is, I can help you figure it out."

"I don't think it's one of those things you can just 'figure out', Twi," Spike replied with a glum shrug. "At least, we've never been able to before, and I think it's just gotten even more complicated."

Twilight craned her neck, blinking a couple of times. "I don't follow?"

"It's to do with my problem," Spike stated, waving his hand as he spoke. "You know, the reason you had all of the crystal furniture taken out of my room and replaced with wood."

"Ah," Twilight nodded, eyes widened. "That problem. Did something happen?"

"Well, no. I mean, kinda..." Spike put a hand to his chin as he mulled over the question. Had something actually happened, or was he just afraid that something might? "Put it this way: you know how I get when I'm around things I really like, like gemstones? I start thinking about them all the time, about collecting them and holding them and gorging myself on them and then..." he shuddered, the words feeling alien when he said them aloud, "And then it gets worse. I start to think about what it would be like to have all of the gemstones, and then it's not just those, it's everything I could ever get my claws on."

"Yeah, I'm familiar," Twilight said, her expression slightly pained. "Oh, Spike, I'm sorry if you're feeling that way again, I know how hard it gets for you. What is it? Is there something in the castle that you can't be around? Because you know I'll throw it away in an instant. Is there something I can do to make you feel better?" A moment passed before Twilight hopped up in her seat. "Oh, I know! I read a book on cognitive behavioural therapy, and it said that when you're dealing with addiction, the best thing to do is—"

"Twilight," Spike tutted, hand raised, "I told you this isn't something that you can just figure out, and I meant it. Besides... It's not really about the gems this time."

Twilight raised an eyebrow, her head cocking further. "Really? What's it about then?"

"It's... Well..." Spike felt himself beginning to rub the back of his neck, unable to meet Twilight's eyes. Turns out it was difficult to even talk around it. "Basically, there's somepony that's kind of like a gemstone to me, but not how dragons see them, how ponies see them. You know, precious, beautiful, attractive, captivating, all of that stuff."

"You mean Fluttershy?" Twilight asked, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips.

Spike barely managed to repress the urge to jump out of his seat. "Wh-why would you assume that?"

"Just because I'm busy doesn't mean I'm blind, Spike," Twilight chuckled, a warm smile on her muzzle. "I realised that you like Fluttershy a long time ago, and I thought it was really nice, but I—" suddenly, Twilight's smile faded, and what took its place instead seemed vacant and deflated. "I never realised that something like that would cause you this much trouble. Is it Fluttershy that's making you feel like this?"

"Well, yeah—I mean no!" Spike shouted, accosting himself for the suggestion alone. "No, it's all me, but it's because I can't stop thinking about her. It used to be bearable, but things got, well, worse. Yesterday I went to see her for a little while, and, uhh, something happened."

"Something?"

Spike had no clue how he was going to come out with this, so he tried to avoid being direct as much as possible. "Yeah, something. Until yesterday I'd always managed to be around her as long as I was careful not to get too excited, but yesterday I got really worked up, and I started to feel like that again. In the end, I had to duck out and leave her, which I really didn't wanna do, but I was worried that something would happen if I stayed there any longer."

Twilight narrowed her eyes as she took in the information. "What were you worried might happen?"

Spike cast his eyes to the floor in regret. "Something bad, something that really could have damaged our friendship, and probably a lot more than that."

"You're saying 'something' a lot," Twilight asserted, snapping Spike's eyes back to her with a measured tone. "It's okay, Spike," she continued, allowing her voice to soften, its cadence relaxing and reassuring Spike, reminding him of all the times she had ever read to him. "You can tell me what's going on, I promise I won't be upset."

"You're sure?" he asked, consciously wrestling with the idea of explaining everything to her, weighing up the chances that she'd understand with the possibility of her being disgusted. "It's pretty weird," he admitted, knowing it was an understatement.

"I'm sure," Twilight assured him. "Whatever it is, I won't judge you."

"Well, okay..." Spike steeled himself, shaking off his doubts, and began to recount to Twilight exactly how he was feeling about Fluttershy, everything from the barely contained lust he was experiencing to the moments that he was sure she was teasing him yesterday, all the way to his feeling of instability afterwards and his dreams, although he left out some of the finer details of those for Twilight's sake. Throughout, Twilight nodded, her ears perking up at certain parts, her attention cast firmly on Spike the entire time, and by the time he had finished talking, their coffees had both gone cold.

"So what you're saying is that you feel this interminable compulsion to pursue a sexual relationship with Fluttershy, but you're scared that if you do, you'll awaken the greedy and malicious dragon inside of you?"

Spike nodded; he always hated Twilight's ability to sum a situation up in so little words, even if he was envious of it. "It's just that, and it's killing me, because more than anything I want to talk to her and work something out, not just for sex reasons but because I've liked her for a long time now, but at the same time, I'm scared, Twilight. What if we talked and something went wrong? What if I try and it turns out it was all just a big mistake?"

"Well, does it feel like a mistake?" Twilight asked, raising a hoof. "Think about it. When you look back to all the times you've talked to Fluttershy, does it feel the same as it does when you're talking to the rest of the girls? When she talks to other ponies, do you think she treats them the same way she does you? I mean, I've been one of her best friends for years, and I've never seen her sit in such a, uhh, relaxed manner before. Are you sure that doesn't mean something?"

Spike had already been considering that that might be the case, but even if it was so, it didn't do much to help his predicament. "There's still a good chance I could hurt her, I still don't know if I'd be able to keep myself under control when it got to the, uhh, other parts." 

Twilight 'hmm'ed for a moment, then blinked in realisation. "You've surely talked to Ember about it before, right? How do dragons handle mating?"

"From what I understand, it's more of a physical contest," Spike recalled, thinking back to conversations from months prior. "Between the male and the female, I mean. They both fight to establish dominance, and then that fight continues through the course of lovemaking. From what Ember said, it's supposed to be really passionate..." The thought made Spike's face fall. "I just don't know if that would really be compatible with a pony, and it's what my body seems to want me to do, and that's at the very least."

"Huh, that's interesting," Twilight commented, grabbing a pen and pad and beginning to scratch down notes. "I'm surprised I never asked her about it before, come to think of it." Taking her eyes from the pad and clearing her throat, she looked back to Spike. "Well, if it is how you say, and that's what your physiology is telling you to do, then you probably couldn't have picked a better potential mate than Fluttershy."

Spike flinched so hard he almost knocked over his drink. "Fluttershy?" he choked out, incredulous. "This isn't about one dragon just having their way with the other, this is about two dragons being as rough as they can with one another. Fluttershy is, well, gentle, and soft, and not any of those things whatsoever."

"...I think she could surprise you."

"And how's that?" Spike asked.

"You do realise that we're potentially talking about the mare who has intentionally persisted on goading the big bad dragon, knowing that it might get this result?" Twilight laughed, shaking her head. "It's not like Fluttershy doesn't understand other species, she spends all of her time with animals. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew exactly what she was getting into."

Suddenly, like a spark flickering in the back of his mind, the thought clicked into place. "You're saying she might want me to be like that?"

"Hey, I said 'potentially'," Twilight reminded him. "But still, this is Fluttershy. She may be cute and innocent on the surface, but she's far from helpless. I imagine that if you tried what you dreamt up on her in real life, she wouldn't take it so easily. Then again, this is pure conjecture, and I could be totally wrong, but if your account is to be believed, I'd say there's a lot of merit in being direct with her about it. It's better to say how you feel than to let emotions fester, especially when they could become dangerous later."

"But I'm worried about them being dangerous now," Spike sighed, chewing his lip.

"And in my opinion, the longer you avoid her the stronger your feelings are going to get. Look at Rarity. It might have been a crush, but your feelings only started to fade once you stopped putting her on a pedestal. After that, it only took a little time for you to move past it. But you're older now, this could be something for you. Are you really going to run away from that because you're scared of your own shadow, Spike? Are you really not going to allow yourself at least a chance to be happy?"

Spike hadn't considered it like that, but when he did, it made a surprising amount of sense. Not only that, but it hurt a little, the thought that he was neglecting his own happiness out of fear that he would make a mistake. "You really think I should talk to her, huh?"

"I really do," Twilight smiled. "And I know you'll be okay, Spike. This might seem scary now, but once you've actually communicated with her, I'm sure you'll find things a lot easier. For better or worse, she's your friend, and Fluttershy is the absolute best at listening, always has been."

Spike didn't need to hear any more, his mind was made up. "Alright, Twilight, I guess I'll try. I guess I'll never really know unless I do, and I need to get over this stigma somehow. Any advice on how I should lead?"

"Just be yourself, Spike," Twilight said with her caring, maternal smile, filling Spike's chest with another warmth unlike the one he was growing accustomed to, the warmth of affection. "Fluttershy will always listen to you so long as you're honest."

"...You're right, that's Fluttershy all over. I know she will." A long breath, breathing in and breathing out, and Spike stood from the table, slowly walking over to the door. "I can do this... I can do this." 

"Of course you can," Twilight grinned, "Now go tell her how you feel."

Spike turned on the spot, ready to go and do just that—or at least, prepare for it, as he still had hours spare—but a call from Twilight broke his concentration. 

"And Spike!" 

"Yeah?"

"If you do end up, well, sleeping with her," she whispered, her voice conspiratorially low. "Do you think you could record some thoughts and detail on the experience for me?" her voice began to speed up as she spoke, and Spike could almost feel the excitement pouring from her. "Inter-species mating between a pony and a dragon, it's unheard of! There are so many things we could learn from the data, so many things it could reveal about dragons!"

Spike slowly, tortuously turned on the spot, finding a giddy Twilight once again scribbling notes. "...Twilight, you do realise how strange that is to ask, right?"

"It's in the pursuit of knowledge!" Twilight defended, a small pout on her lip. "Please, Spike?"

"I'll think about it," Spike laughed as much as he didn't want to, hearing a stifled 'yes!' as he left the room. He was still incredibly confused as to what would come next but was at least feeling in slightly better spirits than he had been when he woke up that morning. 

He knew one thing for sure. If he and Fluttershy did end up fucking, if it was anything like Spike pictured in his head, then Twilight was going to have a lot of data to sift through by the time they were finished.
> Spike Ask
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Spike was confused as to what his priorities were. Was he looking to fuck Fluttershy or simply be with her? Would his rumbling chest quieten after a single passionate display, or would it only roar louder, wanting more and more until there was nothing left to give? Did he even have a limit?

The conversation with Twilight had helped in giving him confidence, but handling a situation this delicate with a mare so fragile had to be done carefully; even if he had a plan, it didn't mean that the execution would automatically be smooth and that everything would work out just how he wanted.

Still, he had a few hours to himself, so he sat and thought through each separate scenario as it presented itself. Some of them were, well, juicier than others, and he had to keep his mind off of his longing to screw her as best he could, but he managed to come up with a few ways in which she might react, how he might tell her, words he might use to usher in the conversation, things like that. 

Twilight's comments rang in his mind and the idea that Fluttershy wanted him to be how he was left him conflicted. Surely it could only hurt her in the long run, and above anything, there was no guarantee that that was actually true, so he needed to shelf that assumption, but definitely keep it in mind. Still, it threw his game plan for a spin. 

No, Spike knew Fluttershy well enough to know that she would appreciate tact, honesty, and Spike's gentle nature above everything else, so that was what he would attempt to bring to her. He screwed up a piece of paper he had been scribbling on, writing possible openers or ways to broach the topic that might come across well. He didn't need it, not really. If he went to Fluttershy with something on a script, something engineered, would it really be authentic? Would it really be him?

If there was one thing Spike could do for her, it was being himself in her presence, no matter the situation. If that meant he had to wing it and dive in, no matter how nervousness clutched at his belly from the thought, so be it, that's what he would do. He threw the paper into the bin, watching as it rolled around the edges and then fell, rattling against the can. Hopefully, things would be that easy with Fluttershy, one fluid leap and a score.

He had managed to bring his shakes under control by now. Calm radiated throughout his body, knowing that he was preparing for something monumental, something that would define his relationship with Fluttershy, that would mark a new moment in their lives after eight whole years of knowing one another, that could take them to another level or send them careening away from one another. 

It didn't matter anymore. Keeping himself contained surely didn't mean skipping out on the things that he wanted, and it was a shame that it was Twilight who had needed to tell him that. He wanted Fluttershy, and he knew it. If he didn't venture forth and at least attempt to share that feeling, to capture his interests, how would he ever benefit? He wouldn't, he would stagnate and become increasingly pessimistic and repressed, rain would fall on him and he would neglect to wipe it away or seek shelter.

He needed those things. He needed comfort, he needed passion, he needed Fluttershy. He needed most of all to stop worrying about how he might hurt her and start thinking about what he could do to prevent that while still making things function between them. Communication was the first step, and as the sun drifted through the sky he knew the time of his meeting was beginning to draw close—it was now or never.

He left his bedroom, walking through the corridors of the crystal castle, not pausing to admire the aesthetics. His brain was focused on one thing and one thing alone, the purpose of his excursion, the purpose of his fear and worry, the thing that had kept him awake at night, that had made him feel strange and wrong for so long... now was the time to face it.

One foot in front of the other he walked, out of the door and into the afternoon light, his scales feeling the warmth of the sun's beam against them as he took off in the direction of Fluttershy's cottage. No detours, no scenic routes, he was going there right now. The warmth he felt was nothing compared to what glowed inside, twisting and mutating with each consideration as he strove to keep it under wraps. 

But it didn't matter what he felt. All of it was a limitation, a barrier he needed to burst through if he was ever to find happiness. He passed through the village, the sounds of nature around him bouncing off of his ears and only finding refuge in his mind for milliseconds, forgotten murmurs of wildlife and activity, inconsequential in the heat of the moment.

Truthfully, he could have been anywhere right now and he would have felt the same way. Distractions were his trade, deflections his tools, and now that he had finally removed that limitation, he could feel his emotions for what they truly were, a swirling torrent of lust in his chest, offset by a fledgling wish for happiness, one that hoped to see the light of day and thrive in its fulfillment. 

He would engulf his wants in flame, searing conviction into his mind and willing himself onwards, beseeching himself to do as he was meant to. Fuck making sense, fuck understanding himself. Most of all, fuck fear. If he wanted something, he would try for it, he wouldn't talk about it, he wouldn't consider it, he would try, and if it didn't work? At least he had shown the bravery to reach out for it. 

Too long spent considering the consequences of his actions, too much thought given to the voice in the back of his mind, his lingering doubt and worry. He was his own dragon, and Fluttershy was her own mare. He was not controlled by his thoughts, it was the opposite. A small smile began to pull its way up Spike's face as he realised the simplicity of the situation, something he had spent years struggling to grasp.

Perhaps it wasn't really that simple. It might have been true that there was little he could do to offset his nature, but he wouldn't let it limit him, he wouldn't be afraid of who he was. Feeling adrenaline beginning to course through his muscles, iron pumping through his body as he increased his pace, he saw Fluttershy's cottage in the distance, his destination nearing.

He had known her for almost half of his life, why would he ever be afraid? A mare as loving and kind as her, as beautiful and sweet, how could he ever be afraid? Spike felt something inside him beginning to surface, something dissimilar to the pain and dread he had wrestled with over the last day, something that almost felt alien for how out of place it was: excitement.

He wanted to see her. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to tell her exactly how he felt, and above all, he was fine with it. He didn't feel as if he should be caged for having emotions, as if he would unleash something terrible if he simply laid his thoughts bare—for the first time in years, Spike felt truly self-assured.

The feeling was short-lived, beginning to wane as he approached her doorstep. It was still there, drowning out his fear enough to keep him from running away, but he knew that psyching himself up in such a manner was a superficial solution at best and that he had to respect the gravity of the situation as much as he'd like to just say to himself 'you've got this'.

Looking to the garden, he noticed there was at least twice the usual number of animals running around outside, all of them excitable and quick to scurry around him as he approached. He waded around the sea of small critters as best he could, taking care not to stand on any of them, and as he approached the front door, they finally relented in their charge, running back to the garden as if nothing had happened.

That was strange. Spike couldn't remember a time when Fluttershy's animals had paid him that much attention, but he didn't give it too much thought. Looking back in front of him, there was dark, solid wood a few inches from his face; Spike suppressed a gulp. "Time to knock, I guess," he said, attempting to hype himself up as he teetered on his feet, his arm outstretching but his claws not tapping against the door no matter how he willed them to.

Glaring at his hand, he fought back a growl. "Seriously, Spike, it's a door," he muttered, conjuring any incentive he could to get the ball rolling and actually knock. The reminder that he would see Fluttershy's gorgeous face when she opened up was enough to motivate him, producing a short series of light taps as he stood in place, his body rigid. Looking back at his hand, he nodded his head. That was good, it was gentle. He could do this.

He heard the shuffling of hooves from inside and began to brace himself, tensing his muscles and becoming conscious of his breath, softly releasing his mental grip as his improvised meditation began to take hold. It was the only bit of preparation he was going to get, and when the door swung open, he realised that he really had needed it.

Fluttershy stood with her mane tied up in a ponytail. Spike had never seen that before, ever. Spike's penis was also new to this look, and already he could feel himself having to urge it to retract as his belly roared in sudden interest. Why was her mane styled like that? Focus, Spike. "Hey, Fluttershy," he said, noticing that she had yet to speak, logging the information in his mind as if it might be important later. He had no idea what he was doing.

"Hello, Spike," she smiled in her charming way, stepping backwards as she did to allow him entry, daintily backpedalling away from the door with light movements, the tips of her hooves bouncing against the floor. "I'm glad you could make it on time," she continued, her voice soft honey as it tickled Spike's eardrums, urging him inside. "In fact, I think you're a little early," she giggled, glancing at a nearby clock, the hands pointing in opposite directions. "It's a quarter to three... Eager?" she grinned, prodding him with an intrusive look.

"E-eager?" he mumbled out, unsure of the implications of her words. Was she asking him if he wanted to be there, or did she have a veiled hidden meaning for him to decipher? Spike felt as if he was reading into everything, as if he was Twilight trying to analyse a text for a report, and it hurt his head as much as Fluttershy's form confused and excited him, her fur more vibrant than it was yesterday, floofing out as his eyes trailed down her forelegs.

It was there that he eyed the bracelet that he placed on her yesterday, and it didn't seem to have moved an inch. "Eager to catch up!" she explained, her tail twirling like a streamer as she turned, almost brushing past him as she began to lead him into the living room. Maybe she was just this friendly with everyone, maybe she was so innocent and cheerful that she didn't even realise how misleading everything from her tone to her words to her mannerisms could be, maybe Spike was just looking to see things that weren't there...

He looked up at her, finding her gazing back at him with half-lidded eyes as her tail swung to and fro like a pendulum, brushing against sections of her plot like a thick, teasing brush. Okay, no, Spike called bullshit. There was no way she wasn't at least partially doing this to him on purpose.

And it was definitely working. Spike could feel that familiar feeling inside him beginning to come up again, the flames stoked by the soft motions of Fluttershy's body as she languorously lazed her way around her cottage, somehow managing to exude elegance even with the smallest of movements. The siren call of her ass could charm fish into drowning, so there was no way that Spike wasn't following it for better or worse. Probably worse, but did he really care at this point? Staring at her body seemed to have a habit of impeding his judgment, he realised.

"Coming, Spike?" she smirked, looking over her shoulder to find him rooted in place.

"Y-yeah, sure." Spike cleared his throat, willing away the worry caught in it as he walked through the cottage, back to the seat he had occupied when he was last there, only to find that said seat had the cushions taken off of it, leaving it bare and impossible to sit on. "What happened?" Spike asked, gesturing to the naked seat.

"Spilt something on it," Fluttershy commented, softly humming to herself as she walked to the only other seat in the room, the sofa she had laid on last time. Thinking back to how the two of them had been sat with only a cushion separating them last time, Spike wondered if he had been the one to spill something on it, or perhaps it was both of them. 

Still, this left a pretty big dilemma. There Fluttershy was, her form taking up half of the sofa as she leaned back on it, looking at Spike as if to say 'why are you still standing up?'. He could feel his scales beginning to perspire, the heat of the room roaring against the relatively cool spring day, and again he had to wonder just how much of the feeling was internal. 

It was baking in the room, and the heat seemed to emanate off of Fluttershy just as much as it did his own body, but where else was there for him to sit? Bowing his head, trying not to look at her, he took a seat on the sofa, trying to angle himself as far away from her as he could, but in his haste his tail brushed against her hind leg, trailing up it as it slowly pulled her fur up. She gasped at the contact, looking up at him with slight shock in her luminescent eyes. 

"Sorry," Spike panted, reaching a hand out to retract his tail, but Fluttershy stayed him with a hoof, shifting closer.

"It's fine," she sighed with a dainty inhale. "Make yourself comfortable."

Feeling as if he had pressure on him to loosen up, Spike did so, finding that the sofa was increasingly constricting as he tried to laze into it, the way it dipped into the centre seeming to angle him more towards Fluttershy until he couldn't help but look at her, laid with her tail between her legs and her eyes trained directly on him as his tail stroked her hind leg of its own accord. "Seriously, I'm not doing that on purpose," Spike panicked, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest, "I—"

Fluttershy reached forwards, putting a hoof to his lips as she scooted over to him. The contact was ecstasy firing across his neurons, shooting off in every direction as he imagined laying a hand on her, grabbing her, holding her still and establishing his dominance. His entire body twitched, his hands shaking as he tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came. He had no clue what words could accurately describe what he was feeling, what he wanted to say. He felt the urgent, overwhelming need to act, and with every sight of Fluttershy, every impulse in his brain, he could feel his will breaking.

Fluttershy had a small, knowing grin on her face as she swatted her tail against his lap, slowly retracting her hoof, so slowly that she pulled Spike's bottom lip down. "You don't need to explain," she assured him, the motherliness in her tone gone, replaced with something still understanding, but more forceful, more direct. Spike liked it; Spike loved it.

With timidity, he reached out an experimental hand, placing it against Fluttershy's forehoof and giving it a light squeeze as his tail continued to rub her. She made no move to stop him, and slowly, silently he trailed his way up until he arrived at her withers, gently rubbing as he got a feel for the situation, resisting the growing urge to grab her and throw her back into the seat, to climb on top of her. "I, uh..." Spike could feel his throat beginning to tighten as he searched for the words. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"That's alright," Fluttershy nodded, sighing into the gentle massage of his claws and tilting her head to rub her muzzle against his hand. "Just be natural, take it as it comes..."

But his nature was telling him to do so much more than this... Within seconds of sitting down, he had learnt that Fluttershy was not just attracted to him but receptive to him touching her, and it was doing a number on him as he tried to process the information. On one hand, this was a lot to deal with all at once, on the other, what better way to show Fluttershy how he felt than to, well, show her?

Reaching forwards, he placed his other hand on her chest, ever so lightly scratching his way down, in no way enough to leave a mark, but he felt the way that Fluttershy's body reacted to the touch, her chest puffing out and moving forwards as if inviting him to dig deeper—he felt her heart, the way it beat for him.

It almost matched the frenzied pace of his own. He felt his head beginning to incline towards her as his senses screamed at him in mutiny, commanding him to grab her by the throat and force her down beneath him, but still he quelled the urge as he brushed his nose against hers, placing a small peck on her muzzle, then another on her lips. They tasted like berries, and whether it was a balm or her natural taste he didn't know, but he'd like to imagine it was just her.

He wanted another taste. He needed more than a taste. Fluttershy's eyes were fixed on him, and in the fear of the moment, he stopped in his movements to stare at her, taking her in. She was so calm, so gentle, he had to be careful not to hurt her, no matter what.

"Okay, let's see if we can kick this up a notch," Fluttershy smirked, pushing him backwards and pinning him against the sofa as she straddled him, her ponytail draping down onto his chest, her eyes fiery, her body pressed against his as he felt her plot massaging his thighs. Maybe Spike needed to reassess how gentle she was. Diving forwards without restraint, Fluttershy again brushed her lips against Spike, dragging his lip out of the way, pushing between them and allowing her tongue to brush against his for the first time.

It was like there was lava shooting through his veins as the soft tongue greeted his with a gentle lick, encouraging him to give it a stroke in return, sensation racing through his body from the new and incredible feeling. He felt her chest beginning to inflate as she inhaled deeply through her snout, letting everything out through a push of lips and tongue, softly making out with him as Spike's eyes began to feel on the point of ignition.

He ran his hands through her mane as they kissed, one travelling to her barrel and the other to her firm ass as she squirmed and jiggled in place. Matching her rhythm as he returned the advance, her gave her plot a light squeeze, causing her to whimper into his mouth as their bodies drew ever-closer. 

It was all so much so fast, Spike adored it, from the way her tongue tickled his to the weight of her body pressing down on him, her soft fur rubbing against his scales as his cock began to stiffen beneath her. There was no cushion separating them this time, and he could feel his rapidly engorging prick beginning to press against Fluttershy's ass, trapped in place and begging for release, for attention. 

Fluttershy soon noticed. She crawled and slid down his body, planting little kisses as she went, over his hard chest and his lean abdomen she licked, nipped, and pecked, her tongue trailing down towards his large draconian cock. Spike could feel the pulsing from downstairs resonating along his entire body, a steadily beating war drum that excited his senses and commanded him to act. It told him that now was the time to take charge, to force her down and make her his. 

Unable to resist temptation, he reached out a guilty hand to grab at Fluttershy's mane, cutting through the teasing and forcing her to the action, but Fluttershy batted him away with a stern look, her eyes becoming incredibly hard as she bore into him for a solid three seconds, making him falter as his chest fluttered. Before he even knew what had happened, he saw the happy little buzz of Fluttershy's wings as she continued to work her way down. How had she done that?

Reaching lower and lower, she eventually wrapped a hoof around Spike's dick, running it along from the base to the tip and feeling every part of his smooth endowment before giving it a gentle little pump, causing it to beat in excitement as it stiffened even more in her hand, as if desperate for release as Spike began to pant.

Watching Fluttershy handle his cock... there was magic in that. Giving him a small smirk, she wiggled her ass from side to side, diverting his attention as she began to jerk him faster, planting small little licks against his tip and tapping the head of his cock into her mouth, as if she was desperate for a taste, and every time Spike's head made contact with the beautiful, wet, delicate flesh of her tongue, he moaned in unbridled appreciation.

He could feel his arousal beginning to outgrow his erection. In truth, it had been that was before she even touched him. He had tried to hold it at bay, to stop himself, but the more she brought him to want it, the less he cared about what he had to do to get it. Reaching forwards once more, he caught Fluttershy unawares. She tried to push his hand away like last time, but he was too fast, grabbing her head and holding her in place as he pushed her forwards, the silky surface of her mouth taking his cock as her lips tickled him all the way down.

When she was halfway to his base he began to push it inside her, working his hips up and down as she struggled to regain her composure, giving up on trying to reach behind her own head and bat at him but instead tapping her tongue against the underside of his shaft as he continued to fuck her sweet little mouth. 

Her technique sent Spike into overdrive, starting to bob her head as he pushed forwards, hearing her softly gag as he pushed her all the way down until her snout was brushing against his hips, pulling up and slamming down over and over as she began to look up at him.

It wasn't long until he caught her eyes. It was like when she had stared at him before, but the feeling was intensified as if she was angry, and it completely threw Spike. Out of a mix of impulse and shock, he lost his grip on Fluttershy's head and she instantly pulled herself away from him, his cock exiting her mouth wet and slippery as she leapt back up onto the sofa with a small flap of her wings, bringing her face close to his. "That isn't nice behaviour!" Fluttershy asserted, accosting him with a soft hoof poking into his chest, making Spike feel half of his size even as his needy cock continued to throb.

"But you were down there, and—" Spike protested, still caught in the heat of the moment.

"And you ask first! And if I go to push your claws away, what does that mean?" Fluttershy enquired, her glare enough to split mountains.

"It means you don't want me to do that?" Spike attempted, a small snarl on his face at the interrupted action. He could feel his baser instincts still flowing inside him, but something about the way the Fluttershy told him off inexplicably calmed them.

"Exactly." Fluttershy nodded, a small smile on her lips as her scolding tone was forgotten for a more compassionate one. "Now, I know being a dragon, your urges are probably telling you to go wild, forget restraint and make me subservient to you, but that isn't going to happen. If you want this to continue there needs to be an understanding between us, okay?"

"...alright," Spike sighed, his hands clenched tight. "What's the understanding?"

"That I'm not as fragile as you think and I'm only going to let you fuck me like a little bitch if you can earn it," Fluttershy grinned, lust in her eyes. It was almost like she was another mare, but Spike found new exhilaration at the words as if he was being offered the world on a platter, if only he could take his time with it. "Also, ask first. I'm going to guide you through this, and that starts at talking."

"Alright," Spike said, scratching his head. "I suppose what I'd want to ask is, well... I've had feelings for you for a long time, all sorts of feelings, and they're kinda difficult for me to articulate, but they're the sort of things that make me act like I just did, make me want to have something right then and there. Because I wanna have you, Fluttershy, and—"

Fluttershy shook her head, grabbing his arm and placing it between her hooves as she approached him once more. "Spike?"

"Yes?"

The sincerity in her next words was so powerful, so true, it could have rallied the cries of a thousand or moved the hearts of many more. "Just hurry up and ask me if you can fuck me."

"Can I fuck you?" 

Fluttershy answered his question by leaping on him, taking the leading position once more. It looked like exercising any power over her was going to be quite the task, but Spike felt more than up to the challenge.
> Spike Receive
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Never in any of his various imaginings would Spike have pictured Fluttershy being on top of him, yet that's where she was, nibbling at the frills of his ear as her tail swished over his thighs. 

She was playing him like an instrument, riling up every facet of emotion and sensation in his body with each touch and nibble, every hot breath against his ear and tickling motion of her tail, even the feeling of her plush fur pressing against his scales. Spike wasn't going to let her stay in control, he couldn't. 

Twisting his head, he dove at her neck, eliciting a girlish gasp as he gripped at her jugular with his teeth, lightly tugging as he growled into her flesh. Fluttershy stayed in place, not flinching or shying away, and Spike took it as a non-verbal cue to continue, biting his way up and down the side of her neck and planting kisses on the edge of her muzzle as she rubbed her ass back and forth along his legs, trapping his throbbing cock. 

Every play he made, she had another to counter it, and already, his wanting cock was held captive beneath a beautiful yellow pillow, his hands running up and down her barrel as he moved to lift her, only to be met with an aggressive boop on the snout. 

He glared up at her, his eyes thinner than usual. "What?" he sneered, angry for the interruption.

"You think you can pick me up without asking?" was her only response, no hint of emotion to latch onto, nothing for him to exploit.

"Alright, fine," he shrugged, allowing her to lean forwards before slapping her ass hard, the sound ringing out and echoing through the sparse cottage, devoid of the sounds of any animals besides the two of them. Fluttershy didn't yelp at the spank like he'd hoped she would, only groaning in enjoyment. 

Her hind legs pressed into Spike's thighs as she lifted herself higher, shaking her flanks back and forth. "Is that all you've got, Spike?" she teased, gently licking at his cheek as she stared directly into his eyes. "Is that the big, bad dragon you're  so scared of letting ou-ouch!"

The second smack was enough to make her ass shake, softly bouncing up and down as Spike flashed a sinister grin. "Want more, or are you going to stop playing with me now?"

Fluttershy's only response was to crouch lower, burying her head in his chest and mumbling into it as she pushed her ass further out. "Do you really need to ask?" she spoke against his skin, and he felt her lips glide across his scales with every syllable.

Fuck it, if she wanted to be hurt, he'd hurt her. Another smack, and this one was enough to make her entire body quake. Spike finally got the small howl of pain he had desired, and it only sent him wilder, his cock twitching at the noise as he felt the urge to grab Fluttershy by the throat and fling her to the side of the couch. 

He barely kept it restrained. 

Before he could even consider his next action, Fluttershy was pushing her hips lower, grinding against him as he felt the wetness of her pussy sliding against his shaft, her forelegs pressing into his chest as she leaned forwards to give him another kiss. Fluttershy's kisses calmed him, they were so soft and placid, but this was unlike the others. She was ravenous, and Spike could almost see a hunger in her eyes as she bit at his lip, pushed him back into the sofa cushions, ground against him harder as his cock became increasingly slick with her juices... 

Spike fought back, catching her lip and pulling it down before parting them, invading her mouth with his tongue and licking against it hard, flicking up and down as he created a new wave of pleasure for the pair of them, their pants combining as they elevated past worry and timidity, losing themselves in the throes of lust, wet tongues, and slick pussy.

They continued to gain steam, and with each new progression came an increasingly primal chorus of moans, moans that started in the throat of one of them and then echoed into the other's as they kept their lips locked, the need to breathe almost forgotten amidst the magic of the moment. 

When Fluttershy was the one to pull away, Spike chased her, but the moment she stopped grinding, the cessation of the cock massage was enough to force him into obedience. "How are you feeling, Spike? Are you managing okay?" She kissed his snout, but it barely registered against Spike's senses.

There was little contest of thought in his mind, so Spike spoke the one that was by far the most prominent. "I wanna rut the shit out of you..." His voice was husky, his eyes sharp, and he gripped onto her harder as he spoke, as if challenging her to attempt to move away, to try and stare him into submission again.

"You do?" Fluttershy spoke in a deceptively innocent voice, her tail flicking once at the words as she lifted herself up again, pressing down harder on Spike's chest as she presented herself. "Do you... do you think you could put it in me, Spike?"

Her voice was like a slice of paradise, and there was no way he was saying no to a question like that. With a small roll of his hips, he began to push his hard cock against Fluttershy's entrance, angling up as his tip met glistening, slippery folds, the delicate flesh teasing his head as he struggled to push through, all the while assaulted by the sound and vibration of Fluttershy's piercing hum. 

Spike had wanted her pussy for so fucking long, and he was finally getting it. With a slow, steady push, his head finally parted her slit, inching further inside her as she huffed and kicked a hoof above him, her wings pushing out. "Oh gosh..." She began to lower herself as she spoke, and in time felt more and more of herself being impaled by his length. "O-oh fuck, you're so fucking huge, Spike."

Damn right he was, and it was about time she got to appreciate it. Without warning, Spike pushed himself further in, determined to make her truly feel him, really appreciate what it was like to be stuffed full of thick dragon cock. Fluttershy tried to jump up in surprise, but Spike kept her pinned in place, forcing her to adjust to the size of him with a single, deep thrust. Not too fast, but certainly not slow enough to be kind or courteous. 

If Fluttershy's wings had been flickering before, they were completely stiff now, her tongue rolling out of her mouth as she sat there in shock, almost statuesque if only for the fact that she looked like she was attempting not to cum right then and there, her eyes scrunched so tight that Spike could barely tell they were still open. 

And there was no way that Spike was letting her cum yet, he'd only just gotten started. 

It was then that Spike decided something important. Fluttershy might have been on top of him right now, but it was only because he was letting her be. He proved it with a powerful thrust, making her entire body jolt as she moaned out from the impact, her insides being stuffed full. Spike's cock was gliding against her tight walls, which were squeezing in return and attempting to milk his cock as he pulled back, lifting Fluttershy's ass up as he prepared her for more. "You ready?" 

Fluttershy only nodded, her body locked in place as she looked down at him, her eyes shining with excitement.

"No you're not," he chuckled, and he proved it with a hard slam against her, his shaft sliding inside her as he pulled on her chest fluff with his teeth, dragging her closer. Their bodies were hot, Fluttershy's fur matted by sweat as he continued to pummel her, embedding his cock in her repeatedly in an effort to make her feel it bulge in her belly. Fluttershy attempted to adjust to his rhythm, but he switched it up on a whim, going from long, slow strokes to short and fast pumps, shoving his cock halfway before retracting, shifting his hips lower to push more of it inside.

Just when he thought Fluttershy was out for the count already, she fought back, pressing her ass down and bouncing on his cock, riding him in a series of voluptuous shakes as the flesh of her behind jiggled and Spike felt his cock being stroked by her sweet little cunt, contracting around him in a short sequence that squeezed every part of him from base to tip. 

Every movement of her ass was another firework going off in Spike's brain. Look at her, showing what a little slut she was for him, demonstrating how badly she needed his cock... He'd make her need it, he'd show her how badly she did until she was unable to live without it. 

Grabbing Fluttershy's ass with both hands, he held her in place, thrusting into her so hard that he bottomed out, pressing against her cervix as she struggled to take his entire length. Her lips brushed him on the way in, but he ignored the beauty of the feeling as he kept her still, making every push fast, deep, and as impacting as the last. Fluttershy's eyes clenched shut as she bit down on a hoof, struggling to retain a scream, and Spike only got more lost in his fun, shaking Fluttershy's ass up and down against his fully buried cock, giving it the occasional slap and feeling the vibration course all the way through to the inside. 

Still, she sat there and took her punishment, and Spike had to admit he was impressed. He'd expected Fluttershy to be able deal with a little rough treatment, but certainly not to that degree, and the more she withstood it, the more he felt she should be tested further. 

Grabbing at her and holding her in place, Spike began to flip her around until she was beneath him, the pair of them laying lengthways on the sofa, his cock slipping out of her as she mewled in disappointment. Spike drew back, studying his little whore. Her chest slowly filled with air before deflating as she attempted to catch her breath, laying completely still, the picture of serenity. 

Spike didn't want a picture. He wanted the little bitch to scream his fucking name. 

Pressing her hooves down on either side of the sofa, he mounted her, pushing his cock back past her folds and beginning to pick up his pace, in full control now. She was a good little fucktoy for him, laying there and taking it as he became more frantic in his motions, filling her to the brim and gripping a hand around her throat as he bore his weight down on her, one of his claws digging into her skin. 

Fluttershy tried to gasp a breath, but Spike wouldn't let her. She became tighter when her airflow was cut off, so he kept on choking her as he went, relaxing his grip every few seconds to make sure she didn't get lightheaded. To his surprise, Fluttershy started to gyrate her hips, pushing up against him even when he had her in missionary, completely overpowered. 

He'd break her spirit eventually, prove himself the strongest. Tightening his grip, he used his other hand to pull one of her legs up as he pummeled her sweet pussy, his eyes drilling into her as he carried on squeezing at her throat, constricting her breathing until it came in shallow, strangled gasps—they only turned him on more, so he ramped up the pace, her body curling as he lifted her ass higher, the perfect position to push his entire length inside.

With a monumental slam against her walls, Fluttershy finally tapped his hand, and Spike reluctantly let go, shifting it to the arm of the sofa behind her to maintain his position. Fluttershy wheezed out something between a breath and a moan, a couple of coughs causing her to quiver as Spike continued to fuck her.

He paid little attention to her breathing, but eventually, she regained the ability to speak. "Good... Spike..." He looked up at her, and while there were tears in her eyes from the action, she bore a loving smile. "That feels good... Well done for stopping..."

Spike ignored the words at first, placing a hand over her muzzle to shut her up as he pounded her, but eventually they hit home, and he released her with a blink, almost halting in his own motions, slowing to a gentler speed. He had stopped for her, hadn't he? He was doing it! He was managing not to let his other side consume him!

But what if he hadn't stopped? What if he had carried on choking her, past the point that she could handle it, and she had passed out on him? In that state, her words wouldn't have been there to distract him, only a wet, warm pussy. Would he have continued to fuck Fluttershy if she had passed out? Would he have cared at all?

Spike barely registered his withdrawal from Fluttershy as he moved away, fear gripping him as he went to sit back down on the other side of the sofa. Fluttershy looked at him with confusion; Spike sat there, still completely erect. "Is something wrong, Spike?"

"I..." How could he tell her what just went through his head? It would freak the shit out of her, she'd tell him to leave, she'd... "I don't know if I can do this, what if I lose control?"

"Spike," Fluttershy said with force, rolling onto her hooves before crawling over to him and wrapping a hoof around his cock, keeping it erect with a slow, practiced jerk. "You've done really well so far," she purred, reaching forwards with her muzzle and softly nuzzling his shaft, her eyes squeezing shut as she planted a small kiss on it before pulling away. "I'm so, so proud of you for stopping when you did. It means that even when you're not feeling yourself, the real Spike's still in there. My gentle, caring dragon."

Spike could feel a pump in his body, and it wasn't just coming from his cock. "Your dragon?"

Fluttershy answered him with a kiss, softly brushing her other forehoof along his arm, and after a few seconds, Spike realised what she was doing. Their bracelets were touching, joined by their two wearers, purple, green, yellow, and pink. With a small giggle, Fluttershy pulled both hooves away, reaching up to kiss Spike as one of her wings unfurled, wrapping around his cock. 

Fuck, that felt heavenly. Spike never would have guessed, but the feeling of a soft, fluffy wing caressing his length was to die for, and before long he found himself thrusting into it, rubbing small measures of precum against Fluttershy's primaries. 

He continued to push his hips up faster, his tongue pressing against Fluttershy's as he invaded a fluffy fortress, his breath growing increasingly difficult to control. His arms were stiff, muscles tensed as he received his treatment, part of him wondering what he had ever done to deserve such immense and total splendour. 

"I asked you earlier if you were eager," Fluttershy winked, her breath tickling his nose between kisses. She raised her wing to her lips, licking off his pre and then trailing her tongue around her lips. "I guess this is my answer..."

"How could I not be?" he grinned as he pushed forwards, moving her wing to the side and giving her one final drawn out kiss, their lips smacking together as Spike was introduced to the strange, but equally intriguing taste of himself. It wasn't something he'd experienced before, almost like cinnamon and sugar mixed together. "Huh, I'll have to write that one down for Twilight..."

"What was that?" Fluttershy asked, ears suddenly perked.

"N-nothing." Spike waved his hands about to dismiss the comment, but still Fluttershy stood there with an inquisitive stare. How did he get her to stop looking at him like that? Oh, yeah, that was an idea. "Wanna see what I can do with these hands?" he smirked, shifting closer to her, placing one on her back. 

"You wouldn't believe how long I've been wondering..." Fluttershy continued to wank his pulsating cock as he drew closer to her tight little hole, teasing around her thighs with soft strokes of his claws. beneath the feeling of overwhelming want gripping him, beneath everything else, there was another warmth invading his body, and Spike thought he knew the word for it. 

It began with 'L', and it wasn't lust. 

Time to show Fluttershy that new feeling. With a push of his claws, being sure to be soft with them, he parted her folds, brushing against her insides, causing her to shudder and coo in delight. He pressed in deeper, slowly rubbing around her insides, being sure to explore everywhere he could reach as he went, wanting to give back to her for everything she had done to him, and he didn't just mean sexually.

He worked his claws in and out of her pussy as his other hand gripped at her ass, slowly squeezing. He couldn't keep his claws off it, and for once, he hardly felt ashamed for coveting something. Was it so wrong for him to want something so perfect, especially when she wanted it just as badly? His cock throbbed with pleasure as Fluttershy continued to pump him, her tongue tapping his tip with small and intermittent licks, the feeling of her soft cheek's fur brushing against his shaft as she prepared to suck him again...

Spike brought both hands into the mix, rubbing around her clit as he pushed his claws deeper, testing her reactions and watching how her body heaved as he played with her softly, then began to press against her with a little more force, delicate in his progression if only to ensure that he didn't take it too far, that he didn't hurt his Fluttershy.

His claws played a giving dance against her sensitive nub, and she shuddered under his hands as he continued to press into her, his own body becoming rigid from the speed with with Fluttershy ran her hooves over his wet cock, his breath rapidly quickening. "S-Spike," she huffed, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

She was so fucking adorable. He was incredibly lucky to even know her. "Yes, Fluttershy?"

"Harder... I want to really feel you..."

Gaining her permission might have caused him to become frenzied only moments ago, but with the feeling of balance running through Spike right then, he tried to keep things gradual, paying close attention to the way her body took the pressure, but his concentration was shattered when he felt those perfect lips around his cock again, and he finally gave up on being anything but himself, going full throttle.

If Fluttershy had an issue with the hard clawfucking, she didn't vocalise it, only moaning onto his cock as she dipped her head lower, bobbing up and down with diligence as she dribbled her enthusiasm all over him from both ends. Spike was simultaneously filling two of her holes, and something about that fact felt so fucking good, the idea that he was capable enough to give her tight mouth a treat and get her off at the same time. 

But he should have been fucking both of those holes at the same time, not just filling them. 

He began to push harder, remembering Fluttershy's words as she squealed onto the end of his cock, which he immediately thrusted upwards in response, not bothering to keep her head in place as he shoved a third claw inside her, stretching her out once more as he pushed as far inside as he could, attempting to flick against her g-spot as she writhed in place, her hind legs almost buckling as her pussy dribbled juices onto his claws and down her hind legs. 

It was a good position, but he could improve it still. Lifting her up, keeping his fingers inside the whole time, he shifted under her until her body laid atop his. She kept his cock in her mouth the whole time, sucking without pause, giving it to him sloppy and nonstop. Spike angled his mouth underneath Fluttershy's folds as he pulled her fingers away, hearing a light 'ahh' as they left her.

The first lick from his long tongue was enough to make her entire body twitch—he loved her reactions. He pushed against her again, licking all the way along her slit and up to her nub, swirling around it and teasing her with his tongue before diving down again, pushing it between her folds and gradually entering her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. 

She was delectable on the inside, and Spike couldn't help but push his long tongue further, licking against every space of her tight walls and feeling the way she squeezed around his tongue as she kept going down on him, her moans becoming increasingly desperate as he gave back to her, as he flicked a claw along her clit and lapped at her insides, as he drew back and softly made out with her puffy little labia, reaching up and tugging at her clit with his teeth, capturing the button between them and gliding his tongue over it as she shook in ecstasy.

He'd make Fluttershy leave her body, and when she came back down, she'd be an entirely new mare, any preconceptions of what true perfection was stripped away and replaced with the feeling he was giving her now, one of being totally filled by a strong dragon that knew just how to pleasure a mare, his mare. He'd lick and flick and fuck the hell out of her pussy until it only knew one master, until she went directly to the source of the shaking orgasm he'd bring her whenever she needed another, and he was sure she'd be needing them constantly by the time she was done.

He'd make sure she was never sated, always hungry for more of his cock. 

In he dived again, closing his eyes and getting lost in the sensual joining of bodies as they squirmed around one another, tongues occupied by a carnal engagement as each of them endeavoured to bring the other closer, to exercise their proficiency and show just how much they could make the other pant and moan their name. Hard to do when you had a mouth full of cock or pussy, sure, but the hum of Fluttershy's throat when she did moan was more than enough to make the thought count when he felt it strumming against his length.

Spike pushed his tongue as deep as he could, feeling a hard wall that he couldn't pass, no matter how he tried. He pressed against it hard, lapping against it, and Fluttershy took his whole cock down her throat by instinct, the feeling equivalent to a supernova in his chest, the two of them feeling as if the entire room could vanish around them and they wouldn't notice a thing for how they were both locked in their moment of overwhelming passion.

When Fluttershy finally came up for breath, Spike's cock had serious withdrawal. He bucked his hips hard, searching for her lips, and as he missed each time, only hitting air, he felt his world beginning to crash down around him. How could she have taken such a wonderful thing away from him?"

"S-spike..." Fluttershy panted, her body quaking from the lavishing licks and the pleasure permeating her pussy. "Spike, come fuck me..."

Spike could barely hear her amidst the single track of his mind, so focussed on licking and sucking, kissing and nipping, but somewhere in his body, the word 'fuck' strummed a loud note, and his cock reacted by instinct, throbbing once as she placed a hoof on it. 

The contact left as Fluttershy began to clamber off of him, laying on a cushion and pushing her ass out, her hind legs straight, her front legs flat against the sofa. "Come on, Spike... Give it to me..."

This was it. He'd already fucked her some, but with how close he was now, this was going to be the moment where he made her his. Spike rose to his knees, shimmying closer to Fluttershy and wrapping his hands around her barrel, holding her tight.

He didn't waste time. He pushed his cock past her folds and straight inside, her pussy tingling with warmth from the mark his tongue had left against it, the inside so tight and wet that he could barely stand it, Fluttershy's moans no longer muffled but loud and intense as he pounded away at her, his whole body bubbling from all that had led up to this fleeting moment of utter delight.

Spike finally had her. She was beneath him, taking all of him as he fucked her with little relent. He didn't have to tell her what to do nor how to act, she already knew her place, at his feet, under him, laying still save the shake of her body as she was filled with cock. She was his little whore and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with her. Hurt her, break her, screw her until she could no longer walk.

...and yet he didn't. There it was again, that feeling he was so scared of, the one that told him he'd go too far and destroy everything he'd ever wanted, everything he'd ever hold dear. He channeled it, it was all he knew how to do. "Spike want..." he looked down at her, still struggling beneath him, still getting stuffed full of him as she gripped the sofa with her hooves increasingly tight.

He'd channel it to a new place. "Spike want..." he was growing increasingly draconic with every thrust, every second as he moved closer to orgasm, but he knew himself. He could feel Spike, somewhere in there, and he was telling himself what came next. "Spike..." his breaths were growing increasingly distant, he felt her pussy tightening around him. 

"What do you want, Spike?" Fluttershy huffed, on the peak of orgasm as she threw her mane back, looking directly in his eyes. "Tell Fluttershy what you want, Spike."

Her voice, her angelic voice. Her wonderful body. Her tight little pussy. "Spike want..." He clenched his arms as he thrust harder, feeling the release in hsi body beginning to finally reach its peak.

"It's okay... Tell Fluttershy."

"Spi—I want you..." He could feel the frantic motions of his body culminating into one final slam as he pushed forwards, leaning against her and grunting hard as the first shot left his body, splattering against her womb. Spurt after spurt of his seed left his body, and with each stringy load he fired inside her, Fluttershy clenched her pussy tighter, a final groan rolling from her throat as she orgasmed in sequence, her wings stiffening so much he thought they might become locked before slowly beginning to droop.

Spike was on the edge of ascension, to where he didn't know. It was an experience he'd never had, and it was so brilliant, so astounding, that with each pulse of his cock he had to pant hard, worried that the room would start to spin, or that he'd be pinched and wake up any second from now. But no, this was the real deal, and with the strongest cry of satisfaction he'd ever made, he shot the remainder of his load inside of her, feeling the small quivers of her walls even as his own orgasm began to fade. 

For what felt like an eternity, but likely only amounted to a few seconds, they stayed completely still, both so sensitive that they worried they might overload their brains if they moved but an inch. When the coast seemed to be clear, Spike slowly pulled out of Fluttershy, one final burst of enjoyment for his spent cock. He couldn't help but inspect, curiosity was overwhelming him, so with a pair of claws, he spread Fluttershy's slit and gazed inside, only to see a vast measure of his sticky cum glazing her insides.

With a light push, she forced some of it out, dribbling down her and matting against the fur of her belly. Spike stared in awe for a little longer, but his wonderment was quickly cut short by Fluttershy falling to prone, panting heavily. 

Spike rushed up to her, concern eating at him as he turned her over to see her face, only to find that same smile on her lips that he'd come to adore so. "That was wonderful, Spike..."

"Y-yeah, I thought the same," Spike chuckled, a light blush forming on his cheeks as the gravity of the situation became increasingly apparent. He'd just fucked one of his best friends, got an admission of mutual attraction out of her, even the notion that she wanted more from him than just casual sex. What did he do next?

"Fluttershy, I—"

He was halted by a hoof being pressed against his lips, striking blue eyes as calming as a flowing river meeting his, not diamonds or sapphires but something he'd never be able to equate to the worth of a single gem. They were Fluttershy. "You like me, don't you, Spike? More than just sexually, I mean."

Spike went to answer, but found that the hoof was still inexorably stuck to his lips. Did she realise how much easier it was for him this way? With no other option, Spike simply nodded, allowing the sparkle of his eyes to do most of the talking, the shakiness of his breath. 

"I like you too, a lot in fact." Fluttershy leaned forwards, wrapping a wing around him and softly inviting him forwards to snuggle with her. "Would you like to carry on liking eachother together?"

This time, the hoof was gone, too busy being placed around his back and pulling him closer as Fluttershy nestled her muzzle into his neck, nuzzling him with all of her gentleness.

"Aren't you scared?" was all that Spike could manage, the words leaving him like lead.

Fluttershy pulled back slightly, looking at him with purpose. "Of you? I could never be scared of someone so loving, even if I'm constantly afraid. I promise to never be scared of you, Spike, even when you scare me." 

She finished her statement with a kiss, the epitome of softness. Spike relaxed into it, settling into his newfound embrace as he closed his eyes, his new warmth shining through his body, a beacon of hope. 

Maybe he still had demons to battle, but he had managed to trounce them this time. For the sake of finding his Fluttershy, for the sake of having her? There was nothing that Spike wouldn't conquer, and that was a promise.